May Momo, god of the burlesque, son of the dream and of the night, inspire our sarcasm with his grotesque mime. May his humorous, critical song sharpen our view, so that our fear to be ridiculed or banished from Mount Olympus doesn't blurry our vision. May his masks free our souls and his hypnotic rhythm guide us in a colorful parade, so that our bodies break in pieces of happiness to be reborn in the morning, still drunk with dance and laughter. May his noisy craziness bring us back to our senses.